A lone Indian man, untouched by time, finds solace in his own company. In the dim light of a traditional room adorned with intricate patterns, he stands, his dark, muscular body a testament to his exotic heritage. His hand, adorned with henna, wraps around his throbbing cock, stroking it to life. He closes his eyes, lost in the rhythm, the sensation, the taste of his own pre-cum on his fingertips. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his body tensing, ready to release.